Jiang Siming originally wanted to go back today, but who knew that Principal Wang called him and said that his father wanted to treat him to a banquet.
Jiang Siming borrowed someone's car for two days and was too embarrassed to refuse, so he agreed and took Reba with him.
The banquet will be held at Principal Wang's home.
This is why Wang Lin rarely entertains guests at home, unless he is inviting his particularly important friends.
Even for Principal Wang and his friends, his father never allowed him to bring them into the house.
Jiang Siming rushed to the richest man Wang's mansion in the imperial capital as scheduled, located in the Jiuzhang Mansion District in Chaoyang District of the imperial capital.
It is close to the Airport Expressway and is located on Dongwei Road of the Airport Expressway. It is close to the Airport Expressway and is located on Dongwei Road of the Airport Expressway. It only takes 10 minutes to reach the prime land in the core of the city. The transportation conditions are very convenient.
The project is surrounded by 400 acres of native forest, and all buildings are single-family villas. The Wang family's house has an area of at least 1,000 square meters.
The land prices here are all above 00,000 per square meter.
The decoration inside is also quite elegant, as expected of a company specializing in real estate.
Jiang Siming felt that he had found the right person to hand over his manor to Wandalong. In China, it would be difficult to find another team that is more professional than them.
When Jiang Siming's car drove in, the security guard immediately let him go.
There was no need for him to stop the car, so there was naturally a driver waiting at the door of the yard. Jiang Siming got out of the car and handed the car to the driver, then led Reba into the house.
Principal Wang has been waiting at the door for a long time, wearing casual pajamas, leaning against the door and peeling an orange in his hand.
When he saw Jiang Siming coming, he grinned and called into the house: "Mom, Dad, we're here."
Two middle-aged couples soon walked out. One was the richest man Wang, whom Jiang Siming had met several times, and the other was his wife who was also the mother of Principal Wang.
"Xiao Jiang is here, come in the house quickly. Come in the house quickly."
Wang Lin smiled and shook hands with Jiang Siming before inviting him into the room.
"Hello, Uncle Wang, this is a little gift. I know you like to collect it. This is "Spring Snow" by Mr. Wu Guanzhong. Uncle Wang won't like it, right?"
Wang Lin obviously didn't expect Jiang Siming to bring him a gift, and it was also a work by Wu Guanzhong. He usually doesn't smoke or drink, but he likes to collect calligraphy and paintings.
He has collected hundreds of works by some modern writers or painters, and his office has a huge collection.
This is also the hobby of the richest man Wang.
Hearing that this was a work by Wu Guanzhong, Wang Lin didn't even say much. He took the scroll and opened it carefully, and asked his son to come over and hold it for him.
As soon as the painting was unfolded, Wang Shoufu stared at the painting for a long time, and finally said: "This is real! What a great painting! This color and this ink are indeed Mr. Wu Guanzhong's."
After speaking, the richest man Wang raised his head and said to Jiang Siming: "Xiao Jiang, your painting is worth a lot of money, and your gift is too expensive."
Jiang Siming smiled and said: "Calligraphy and painting are all about eye contact. Only outsiders will pay attention to the value. Uncle Wang is well versed in this, can't he still not understand this truth?"
This is also because the last time I broke the contract with Wang Shaofu about opening a gambling ship and port, even though it was only verbal.
But after all, it was a broken promise. Seeing that the richest man Wang invited him to dinner this time, Jiang Siming followed the trend and picked a calligraphy and painting from the fragments he had saved.
This painting is worth tens of millions.
Hearing this, the richest man Wang nodded repeatedly, as if he had met a confidant: "Okay, then I will accept it without ceremony. Xiao Jiang didn't expect that you also like calligraphy and painting. Since you call me uncle, I can't take your paintings for free. Let's
Courtesy reciprocates."
After saying that, Wang Shoufu took Jiang Siming's hand and said, "Come on, follow me to the study room. You can choose which work you like!"
Hearing this, Jiang Siming had no choice but to smile bitterly and follow him, and Reba quickly followed.
"Your dad is really good at taking guests to the study room as soon as they arrive." Principal Wang's mother complained helplessly.
"My dad has this hobby. How can he be unhappy when he suddenly meets someone with the same interests?" Principal Wang said leisurely while eating an orange.
When Mother Wang saw her son's disheveled appearance in pajamas, and then thought about Jiang Siming's appearance and the beautiful girl beside him, she became extremely angry.
"Look at what you look like. You've always been dressed casually and slovenly. You can't imitate Xiao Jiang. Look at this talented person, how dignified he is!"
Principal Wang choked for a moment and said unconvinced: "That's because he is handsome. Can you blame me for his appearance?"
"Hey, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that your parents are not good-looking?" Wang Ma immediately grabbed Principal Wang's ear.
Principal Wang quickly begged for mercy and said, "That's not what I meant, Mom, you misunderstood."
"Look at Xiao Jiang's girlfriend, how beautiful and quiet she is. Look at all the Internet celebrity girlfriends you have, are there any of them who can lead you? You deserve your dad to never let you bring your girlfriend home."
"Why... why does it come to this again? Mom, I won't tell you anymore. I'd better go to the study and take a look."
After Principal Wang said that, he ran away. If he didn't leave, he would be nagged to death.
The study room of the richest man Wang was surprisingly large, with three walls covered with paintings and calligraphy, as well as numerous calligraphy and painting antiques sealed in the bookcases.
Jiang Siming was dazzled by what he saw. He finally knew what a senior collector was. Although his antique calligraphy and paintings were very valuable, the quantity was only a fraction compared to others.
The richest man Wang put away the painting that Jiang Siming gave him as a treasure, then pointed at the calligraphy and paintings on the four walls and smiled at Jiang Siming.
"Xiaojiang, you can pick any one of these calligraphy and paintings. Of course, not all the paintings here are made by everyone. There are also many cheap works, which are my personal favorite scrawled works. Whether you want to pick a dragon or an insect, it's up to you.
It’s up to you.”
The richest man Wang is posing a problem for Jiang Siming. It depends on whether Jiang Siming has really done research.
He never quite believed that a young man was interested in this area. Even he only got interested in it when he was older.
Hearing this, Jiang Siming did not refuse, and began to pace around the study and watch slowly, while Reba was waiting beside him obediently and silently.
To be honest, Jiang Siming really didn't understand these calligraphy and paintings, and he couldn't recognize any of the works on them.
But it doesn't matter, he has a fairy.
While pretending to take a closer look, let Xiaoxian identify it, and then tell him secretly.
In this way, after looking at them one by one, Jiang Siming finally chose the middle painting on the right.
"Uncle Wang, I will choose it."
When Jiang Siming pointed, Wang Lin's face became unnatural, and he obviously twitched a few times.
"Ahem...Xiaojiang, are you sure you've made your choice? Don't look at the others carefully?"
The richest man Wang still wants to cheat.
But Jiang Siming said with a smile: "No need, I like this twelve-panel landscape painting by Mr. Qi Baishi very much."
The richest man Wang's eyes trembled, he didn't expect Jiang Siming to really know him.
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The third update has been uploaded! (To be continued)